The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 482: The Sarcastic Scholar

The scholar was about twenty years old, in the prime of his life, gently waving a feather fan in his hand, and his demeanor revealed a bit of the unruly and arrogant nature of a scholar.

He raised his eyes slightly, a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Senior Brother Zuo is naturally on the boat, I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

Qin Hao had a warm smile on his face. He did not mind the young man's arrogant attitude. Instead, he said in a more humble manner: "My name is Qin Zitian. I have long admired the talent of Zuo Caizi and yearn for him. Please let him know that I would like to spend some time with him and talk about elegance together."

When the young scholar heard this, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and his arrogance almost overflowed from his eyes, without any concealment.

He snorted coldly, "Humph, how can someone like you see my senior brother whenever you want? There are so many people coming here every day to try to get close to him, who do you think you are?"

"Qin Zitian? I've never even heard of this name. If you want to meet him, come back next year!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Feng Lao, Luo Yang and others changed suddenly. The original friendly attitude was replaced by a hint of coldness, and there was displeasure and anger flashing in their eyes.

I invited you sincerely, but was met with such harsh words.

How dare a mere scholar be so rude? It really goes against the demeanor of a scholar.

A Yue and Liang Hongyu glared at each other, as if they were ready to transform into fierce palm winds at any time and hit the self-important scholar to vent their hatred.

Even Ping Wuying, who was standing aside and pretending to be noble, couldn't help but frown, with a hint of displeasure on her face.

How could the people in Wenlan Academy be so arrogant and rude, completely losing the humility and integrity that a scholar should have?

As a result, her impression of Zuo Wenxuan was quietly covered with a layer of mist, adding a bit of disgust.

When Lady Xiao saw this, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips, and she was secretly delighted in her heart.

For her, witnessing the little emperor suffer setbacks was undoubtedly a pleasant thing.

However, instead of admiring the young scholar, she felt disgusted. His self-righteous attitude was particularly glaring and disgusting in her eyes.

The young scholar didn't care at all. He raised a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth and said arrogantly, "You'd better go away and don't humiliate yourself. Senior Brother Zuo is not someone you can see whenever you want."

"We are all well-educated and talented people on this ship. This is not a place that mediocre people can set foot on. Please don't lower your standards and make yourself a laughing stock."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a spark falling into a pile of dry firewood, instantly igniting the anger in the hearts of Luo Yang and others.

"You bastard, you don't know how to live or die!"

Luo Yang cursed loudly, his voice booming like thunder, his anger mixed with uncontrollable rage. He moved as if he was about to draw his sword.

At this critical moment, Qin Hao was quick-witted and reached out to hold down Luo Yang's right hand that was drawing the knife. It was obvious that he did not want to reveal his identity at this moment.

His eyes were deep, as if they could see into the darkest corners of people's hearts, yet they were as calm as water, without any ripples.

Seeing this, the young scholar was even more confused and shouted, "Humph! How dare you draw your swords against me? You are so rude, you are just a bunch of reckless men!"

"My Wenlan Academy is a place where talented people from all over the world gather to study classics and poetry. How can we allow you to run wild here? Leave immediately, otherwise I will report you to the authorities. If you are thrown into jail, you will have no place to cry!"

Even though Qin Hao had a good temper, he couldn't suppress his anger at this moment. He smiled calmly, but there was a sharp edge in his words: "I am indeed a reckless man, but I also know that everything in the world has its strengths."

"Wenlan Academy is a place of great literary talent, but people's hearts are like the sea, how can we generalize? Even in this place of scholarly atmosphere, not all people are talented. There are inevitably some sarcastic and mean people who have lost the spirit of a scholar."

Upon hearing this, the young scholar flew into a rage. "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak rudely and insult my reputation? Do you know that I am a disciple of Wenlan Academy and have profound knowledge? How can I allow you to insult me?"

"Qin Zitian, right? You have completely irritated me. Tonight, I will use my pen as a knife and my poetry as a sword to let you, a frog in the well, see what true literary talent is. You will regret it!"

Qin Hao just smiled indifferently, his smile full of disdain and contempt: "You are not qualified yet, let Zuo Wenxuan come out."

"Okay, very good, aren't you looking for my senior brother?"

The young scholar raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through the other party's bluff. He suddenly shouted loudly to the surroundings: "My classmates and friends, please come and have a look!"

"There is a conceited lunatic here who thinks he is so talented that he wants to challenge the leader of our Wenlan Academy, Senior Brother Zuo Wenxuan!"

"You even threatened to compete with me in a drinking contest with me to write a hundred poems. This kind of arrogance is unheard of and unprecedented. How can we just sit there and watch?"

"This wicked slave! He's really pissing me off!" Luo Yang was so angry that his face turned red.

When did his master say such words? It was obvious that the young scholar was making things up and slandering him!

The young scholar's voice pierced through the night and echoed all around.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and then ripples appeared like the surface of a lake where a stone had been thrown.

On both sides of the lake, flowers are in full bloom. Talented men and beautiful women are leaning on the railings or strolling under the shade of willows, chatting and laughing with each other. But suddenly, they all turn their heads at the same time to capture the sudden change on the pleasure boat in the middle of the lake.

There was a subtle emotion in the air, curiosity, surprise and excitement surged in their hearts like a tide.

This was because the protagonist of the scene that was about to take place was Zuo Wenxuan, a famous man who was admired by countless literati and was suspected to be the future leader of the Great Xia literary world.

"Hiss... Who is this person? How dare he challenge Zuo Wenxuan?" A scholar dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand, half covering his face, his tone full of disbelief and expectation.

"Could it be Wenxin Academy?"

A woman next to him whispered, with a thoughtful look on her face, "That's not right. No one from Wenxin Academy or Jingsi Academy is here! But judging from their clothes and demeanor, they seem to have nothing to do with the two academies. Could they be hidden masters?"

"Although such courage is admirable, it is too reckless. Zuo Wenxuan's talent cannot be easily shaken. Isn't this asking for humiliation?" An old man stroked his beard and shook his head. His eyes showed both approval for the young junior and regret for his overestimation of his own abilities.

"Go and have a look, there will be a good show soon!" Several young scholars talked and cheered.

Many scholars who came here to play and have dreams in their hearts had a strange light in their eyes, and immediately rented a boat to come and watch the excitement that was about to take place.